Some people they sail the ocean blue

By Candice K., Kekaha, HI

Some people they sail the ocean blue Uncertain in knowing where they're off to In and out with the tide They sleep with the sound of crashing at their side Smell of salt air a permanent presence They wake with the sun shedding bright light But yet the compass stays out of sight Spinning, spinning through summer sweet Hands on the helm, eyes on the horizon Wind in the sail, deck at their feet They let way lead on to way Uncertain in knowing their future glowing But yet they'd rather go uncertain Letting fate rely on soft sea spray

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